Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Bleach me like the whitest hair I long to feel the burn under my skin Darling your claws are sharp But they don't reach within me I hope you leave marks I hope it leaves scars So that I may remember you; - when we eventually part.
0
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Scar
Bleach me like the whitest hair I long to feel the burn under my skin Darling your claws are sharp But they don't reach within me I hope you leave marks I hope it leaves scars So that I may remember you; - when we eventually part.
gleck
Written by
25/M
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem